Understanding
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
By – Vancantorule
Chapter 1- Reflection
She sat in the cubical of the train, nerves stark and raw, more so than she could ever remember so in her youthful days. At twenty eight Hermione Jean Granger was far from lacking youthful allure, but the memories of the Hogwarts Express were simply too bare.
Slowly she slipped one of her hands into her partners, seeking reassurance, strength, anything but Ron Weasley seemed utterly oblivious to his wife's dilemma himself engaged in hearty banter with fellow returning student, Lee Jordan. Tears flecked Hermione's eyes at the thought of returning to the memories, the moment, the never ending torment.
He nuzzled is sweetly, almost perfectly against herself. His arm draped over her form softly caressing the light curve of her waist. She smiled, pressed herself closer to him, felt the rising excitement deep within him. Slowly, sensuously, he brushed back the drape of her long chestnut curls and kissed the nape of her neck. She gasped a heated breath of passion as she silently urged him to continue. Softly she grasped his hand and brought it to one of her full breasts. Now it was his turn to gasp as she softly turned to look at him.
"Do I please you, Harry?" she could see the desire in his eyes, the burning hunger of passion. Slowly he swallowed and pulled himself away from Hermione burring his head in his hands.
"We can't do this," Hermione sat up, folded her hands across her knees, gazed at her friend with quiet longing.
"Ron," she spoke with iron certainty. Slowly Harry nodded inside his hands. He stood up from the couch and gazed at her, his eyes filled with an emotion she had not seen before, before slowly leaning down to kiss her chastely on the lips.
"Forget this ever happened," said Harry and turned to leave her aching and alone.
She had never forgotten such a time, nor had she or Harry exchanged words since. She had pondered many things since that day, but even so he heart, despite the love of Ron, still ached with a gasping void. Slowly Hermione withdrew her hand from Ron's slack grip just as the train pulled away.
Harry Potter trudged along the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, his wife Cho Chang off a foot in front looking for some empty seating. He sighed to himself, his life missing some gentle touch of magic he had once experienced. Cho was sweet, chic, but still he didn't feel satisfied, his heart aching, lost in a sea of endless longing.
"Harry there is one compartment left and no seats so we have to sit in that one!" Cho called back to him.
"Keep me always from Malfoy and we will be fine!" he said, his smile bright enough to pass.
Cho smiled and entered the cubical. Harry sighed and stepped along the corridor to the ornate frosted glass doors. He slid the compartment door open, and his heart both leapt, and plummeted at the sight of who else occupied the booth.